Birdcore is not pro-science or anti-modern. Birdcore is not a specific conservation ethic or program of study. Birdcore is not a fucking fitness anything. Birdcore is an anti-aesthetic aesthetic that fetishizes the outdoors. Birdcore has affinity for field biologists, the homeless, gutter punks, pastoralists, special forces, the BLM, and Tibetans. But not Tibet. Birdcore is no country.
A little bit of a surreal performance lecture at re:publica in Berlin where we discussed technology sins, startup egoism, and the need for more people to unlock their “inner Amish.”
But as a kid largely ignorant of grander sociological forces, aliens were only one thing: scary. They had large black eyes and androgynous forms. And they were real — like ghosts and witches and monsters. In daylight, I was sceptical (the good little rationalist), but night-time brought with it a tide of magical thinking. I used to lie in bed and worry that maybe I would be abducted. I would even make supplicating promises of better behaviour in the hope of bartering with these outsiders — ‘I’ll be good, just leave me alone.’ In my secular progressive household, aliens offered a moral disciplining authority, an invisible spectator to police my actions.
sick of innovation jargon? “get out of the box…as children know sometimes boxes are very hard to get out of.”